Mu Xiao also raised a brow and said, "You're not quite the same as those elementary schoolers I know either."
King looked at the little ghost in a grown-up body that was Mu Xiao, and patted his shoulder like a parent. "My little sis is in your hands for the next week."
Mu Xiao lost seven times in a row…
Mu Xiao turned around and looked at the little girl not far away who was grinning foolishly at him. He sighed in headache—why on earth had he agreed to compete with King in shooting!!!
Dunkong Sect, Ye Family.
Every year on the night before Spirit Worship Day, the Ye Family would hold a clan dinner.
As the most gifted junior of the Ye Family, Ye Jiaren had always been the one everyone fawned over. When she appeared at the banquet in a black long dress, arm in arm with Ye Siyuan, she effortlessly drew all eyes to her.
Ye Jiaren wasn't just the goddess in the eyes of the Ye Family; she was also the Mona Lisa in the eyes of the men of City A.
"Dad, I brought Jiaren to see you."
